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I can't thank you enough
for getting us the rent money in advance.
It's for the best, you know.
We're going to be with my mother
for the last couple of weeks of her life,
and then she's gonna be at peace.
I just wish there was more I could do,
but you know how it is with graduation right now.
No, no, no. You've done more than enough for us here.
You've been like a daughter to me
the last couple of years that you lived here,
especially since Bill and I have no children of our own.
Everything's ready.
Do you need me to get anything else?
Yeah, could you go out back and get that cooler
and fill it with ice before we leave?
I already packed that up.
I guess that's everything we need, then.
Okay.
Okay, now, the number to my mother's house
is up on the refrigerator
just in case you need anything at all.
- Okay, thanks. - And we're going to try
to get back for your graduation,
- I promise. - Really?
I'd love that so much.
All right, you take care.
You, too. Drive safely.
Bye!
Oh, Bill, you just killed that tree.
It's a 13 page essay?
Yeah, no more than 15 pages, Rachel.
Okay. Thanks, Professor.
- Oh, no problem. Have a good day. - Thanks.
- See you in class tomorrow. - Thank you.
See you tomorrow.
- Hey. - Hey.
How did you do on the exam today?
Finished early.
Figured we'd get a head start on our next mock case.
Still trying to wrap my head around the last one.
I know. We only have two weeks.
A slave named Deborah.
See, here's the thing, good buddy.
I, A, need your story on the record.
Since you're just one case away
from being kicked off,
your story has to be massaged
to fit within certain parameters,
are you with me?
Law is the law,
and the fact is even child-molesting murderers
have the right to hospital care and a lawyer,
neither of which he got,
because he arrived D.O.A. thank you very much.
We'll see it probably in the news.
But as of now, my friend,
you... you are a hero.
So do me a favor. Let's keep it that way.
Get out of here.
Hi. I think there's someone in my house.
Shit.
No signs of forced entry.
You certain the turners didn't stop on by?
Yeah, I'm sure. Molly would have called me
or left me a voicemail or something.
I searched the entire area. The house is clean.
I'm telling you guys, there was someone in there.
We'll have the prints run for testing,
see if there's anything in our database that matches.
We'll keep you posted. That's all for now.
Thank you.
Let's get out of here.
Come on, let's go.
You know, Beth,
when I finally...
...found the guy that took away our Abby...
I was sure things would go back to normal.
Like, even though she was dead,
I figured you'd find closure,
that I would.
But I don't know...
I don't know what to say to that.
You found him, but you're never going
to be able to bring me back my little girl alive.
There are no more birthdays,
graduation, no wedding to look forward to.
All that was taken.
Is that why you left?
Part of it was anger,
and your obsession with the case at the time.
That's when I needed you the most.
You were so cold.
Mostly because she was her daddy's girl.
She had your face
and your heart.
I just couldn't...
I couldn't keep waking up to that anymore.
Hey.
It's all right. It's okay.
I miss her.
Hey.
You don't look so good.
- Barely sleeping. - Why?
I think there was someone in the house again last night.
- I don't... - Should have called me.
I mean, the police. Did you call the police?
Nothing in the house was working,
not the phones, nothing.
I ended up back at Anna's again.
- Oh, wow. - I know.
The Turners have any guns in the house?
What am I gonna do with a gun?
I don't know. I'm just saying.
I wouldn't even know how to use it.
I'll keep the phone and the bat close by.
Cool.
Hey, you got fitted for your cap and gown yet?
No, I haven't. Want to go after class?
- Yeah. - All right. See you later?
- Yeah. See you later. - Yeah, okay. Bye.
Just need to know how it happened,
what you can recall.
This car appears out of nowhere.
I mean, things like this just don't happen.
What do you mean by that?
I go to a gas station to fill up
and right in front of me is a cutlass, okay?
So the suspect hops back into his vehicle at this point.
Mm-hmm.
And I followed him.
So why didn't you just take him then?
And risk losing the girl?
Do you think there was a chance
he would disclose her whereabouts?
I mean...
All right.
So you trailed him.
- Yeah. - Mm-hmm.
At what point did you call for backup?
As soon as I was sure it was him.
On the ground now!
Get on the ground!
- It's cool, man. I didn't do anything. - Get on your knees.
On the ground, now!
- Just calm down. - On the ground.
It's all cool, all right?
Hands behind your head.
Take it easy, man.
Hey, man!
I'm not resisting. Just chill the fuck out!
- Where is she? - Where is who?
- Where's the girl? - I don't know anything about...
Tell me where the girl is right now.
I said I don't know anything about any girl!
Tell me where she is!
- Where is she? - She's over there.
At what point did he draw his gun?
He spotted me as soon as I moved in,
and then he fired off immediately.
Right.
And you called the ambulance shortly after,
is that correct?
Sounds about right.
- Here you go. - Thank you, but you know what?
I'm not drinking these days.
This is a good picture.
That's the last one she ever took.
This law student renting out a room at the Turners'
stumbled upon something I think you might find interesting.
It's too soon to say exactly,
but the bones she found
appear to belong to a small child.
Yeah, they're being tested now.
Could be tied into one of your earlier cases, pal.
Hey.
I'll understand if you're not ready to come back.
Detective Silva.
I've been assigned to your case.
I'm Rachel.
Please, come in.
Sorry for the intrusion.
No, not at all. Thanks for coming out.
I've been a little uneasy the past few nights.
Hopefully we can put an end to that soon.
Where are my manners?
Would you like something to drink?
- Lemonade? Water? - No thanks. I'm okay.
Can you show me where you found the remains?
Yeah. Right this way.
It's just over there.
How much longer do you think this will take?
Because I have to get to class.
Here, just give me a call at your convenience.
- Okay. - You don't mind
if I stick around here for awhile, do you?
No, not at all.
Stay as long as you need to.
Okay.
- Hi. - Hi.
- Rachel. - Hi. Rachel.
- Nice to meet you. - He was just leaving.
Oh, okay.
Bye. How'd you do?
You don't want to know.
Damn. Damn.
You studied all week for this.
- I know. - You suck.
Thank you.
I think it drops me
a full letter grade in that class.
That's all right.
You still got that mock case to work on.
You can bring it up then.
- I hope so. - Easy.
Got any plans tonight?
You want to work on that case?
Do I have a choice now?
I guess not.
Let's see. Do you want to stop by my place around seven?
I should be home by then.
Yeah, yeah. Seven is great, yeah.
Okay. Well, I got to head back to class right now, so...
- Have fun. - Thank you. I will.
You be good.
- Seven o'clock. - Seven.
It's a date.
Deborah, a slave working at the Ferguson Sugar Factory,
clubbed a man as he approached her
in her cabin.
The man turned out to be her master...
Deborah was tried for murder shortly thereafter,
she would stand trial and be sentenced
to death by noose.
Ouch.
Man.
- Oh, thank you. - You're welcome.
All right, so...
are we approaching this with the intent
to get our would-be client set free
or are we going to try and get him a lesser charge?
I just don't think it's realistic
for her to be set free when we're talking murder here.
Why don't we just approach it in a way
trying to avoid her from getting hung for the crimes?
Okay, yeah, we can do that.
Oh, shit.
Oh, no.
Molly really loved this vase too.
Oh, man, it's all right. We'll get her another one.
No, you don't understand. Her mom made this for her.
How did it fall?
It was probably just too close to the edge of the table,
I'm guessing.
Do you have a broom?
- Yeah, let me grab it. - Okay.
Hello.
Okay.
All right, so after killing her master
Deborah dragged the body into a raging fire
that she and a few other slaves had built.
Then early the next morning she gathered up
the remaining bone fragments and spread them
- throughout the fields. - Hmm.
Hey. Huh?
- Wake up. - I'm awake.
- No, you're not. - Violent.
Huh. The ashes would then be placed into ground up coffee
and then served to the rest of the slaves
believing that that would give them power
- over their masters. - What?
Yeah, to the ground up coffee.
Just kidding, I made up the last part.
- Humph. - Hmm.
You're so funny.
I'm gonna call it a night.
- I'm tired. - Really?
Yeah.
Okay, well, fine,
I'll just start building our case, then.
Okay, cool, then. I'll just...
I'll just see you at school tomorrow, okay?
- Okay. - Okay.
Oh, actually do you think you could stop by
and pick me up in the morning?
I haven't had a chance to fix my bike yet.
- Yeah. - Okay, thank you.
Yeah, no problem.
Okay, I'll see you in the morning.
All right. See you in the morning.
- Drive safely. - Okay, bye.
Bye.
Rachel?
We gotta go! I don't wanna be late.
Yo, Rachel!
Hey, Rach!
Come on!
I don't wanna be late.
Hello?
Come on, Rach, I don't wanna be late!
Hey!
Hey, Rachel, are you in here?
Rachel?
Come on, Rachel, pick up.
Shit.
Rachel...
Rachel.
Hey!
Hey! Is somebody out there?
Do you need anything else? Do you have my number?
- I got it right here. - And my address?
- We're good. - Yeah?
- I'll be in tomorrow. - Anytime you wanna call just...
- All right, we'll find her. - Okay, thank you, Officer.
- You're welcome. - Thank you very much.
- Afternoon. - Hi.
- Deputy Forster. - Detective Silva.
Yeah, no sign of the girl, or anyone for that matter.
Did you talk to any of these neighbors?
Yeah, no one heard or saw anything.
It's Patrick.
No, it's Rachel, she's gone missing.
Was anybody else here when she disappeared?
No. Patrick came by this morning
to give her a ride to school, but she was already gone.
Rachel's cell phone's still here,
books, keys.
I don't know. I... I came over...
No, I came over earlier and the door was open,
but she's not here,
and the cops are here right now.
I'd like to have a few words with this guy.
- Well, be my guest. I'm finished here. - Thank you.
Yeah, and the cops are here right now.
I... I gotta go. All right?
I'll talk... I'll call you later. Bye.
- Hey. - Hey.
How's it going?
It's a nice area, man.
Yeah.
You're gonna find her, right?
That's what I intend to do, yeah.
You all right, here, I...
- Nervous? - Yeah, I am.
Sorry, I don't got a light. I just... I'm trying to quit.
I got one.
Patrick, how long have you known Rachel?
I don't know. A couple of months.
You guys are just classmates?
Yeah, yeah, we're just... just good friends.
Would you like to be more than just classmates?
- Yeah. - Hey, I don't blame you.
She's a very attractive girl.
I'm sure she would have guys lining up around this block
to take her on a date.
So what?
What does that got to do with anything?
Well, it could be nothing.
Patrick, you know how little kids get
when they want something really bad
and they don't get it?
They, um, they feel rejected.
They start to act out.
Throw a tantrum.
Get violent.
See what I'm getting at?
Yeah.
Something about that guy.
That's not setting right in my stomach though.
Get a car on him?
I got somebody out on him, tailing him.
Every move he makes.
- All right, you take care. - Yeah, thanks.
- Don't tell him nothin'. - I won't.
Deputy Forester has a search party out for Rachel.
She's starting on Weistheimer tonight.
Right.
I hear ya'll needed some help.
Joe Ferguson.
Chief Lubbock, and my top hand Detective Silva.
Pleasure's all mine.
So word has it that you'll be owning this town
by year's end.
Rumors. More like two.
Gotta sweep it up when it's low.
Sitting on a gold mine when we land this, Chief.
And just to go build on top of my station.
Well, it's not for sale, otherwise...
Ooh, now back up.
Well, what me and my son, Junior, come down here for?
I heard there's a search party out
looking for a girl who's gone missing.
Now, is there any truth to that?
There's some truth to it.
I got a small army that works for me.
Now between the builders, contractors,
and even real estate agents,
I got about a hundred people that can help.
Well, if you can spare them.
Well, I'll send them in shifts.
How'd that be?
Appreciate it. We start one tonight.
All right, well, then it's settled.
I'll get Junior on the horn.
- Ya'll have a good day. - Thank you so much.
Good man.
I've known Patrick since grade school.
He was several years ahead of me,
but we just clicked.
You know?
Oh, we both met Rachel around the same time
when she started school here.
Just friends?
Me and Patrick?
Yeah.
Just friends?
We've fooled around here and there.
But, yeah, friends mostly.
Patrick's always been into Rachel.
How?
Totally obsessed with her.
How do you mean?
He can't stop talking about her.
He's tried, but Rachel's never shown any interest in him.
You know, has he ever shown aggression
towards her?
No.
At least, not around me.
How about you?
- About me what? - Been aggressive with you, or...
- No. - Did they get physical?
- God, no. - No?
- What? - You sure?
- Yes. - You sure about that?
Yes.
Why do you want to know so much about Patrick?
We have an open case that he may or may not be involved in.
You understand?
- Yeah. - Okay.
Help.
Wait! Wait! Don't leave!
Hello, is there someone in there?
Yes, there's someone in here.
Just hang on.
I'm gonna go get help.
- My keys won't open the door. - No, no, please don't leave me.
Please don't leave me in here.
I'm not gonna leave you in there.
I'll bring help back.
Hey, uh, pardon me,
but, uh, you're that superstar cop
from the papers, right?
Detective Silva.
That's me.
Listen, I just wanna thank you for the job you're doin'.
We all appreciate it around here.
Hey, Suzy, anything Detective Silva has...
- No... - No.
- All right. - It's on my tab.
All right? Give him one of them Creamsicle sodas.
Keep up the good work.
Thank you.
Thanks.
Hey, you got a second?
About as long as it takes me to finish this.
Great.
How did you find me here?
Uh, Lubbock informed me you have breakfast
here at least four times a week.
Mmm, well, hmm.
Well, we're not friends and the only time we speak is about the case,
so I'm assuming that's why you're here?
Right.
It's about the case.
Welcome to Another Time Soda Fountain.
Would you like a menu?
Oh, I'm fine.
Phones still work.
Well, I figured you'd want the new passed on in person.
You could email.
- Well, I'll give you the short version. - Please.
You cleared.
I submitted my report, you acted in the victim's best interest.
Moving in on the suspect when he began firing on you,
believing that the little girl was still alive.
Now, you told me that for three days
you're cleared of of any negligence.
However you will be under careful observation
for the next six months.
It's not even a slap on the hand, really,
we had to deal out something.
- Do I owe you anything? - Nope.
Not for now anyway.
Look, Lubbock's vouching for you
and that's all we need.
You did a bad thing for a good reason.
Or at least, you did something that needed to be done
that goes against what we deem acceptable.
A man will hang one day for his sins anyway.
Food any good here?
You can have the rest of it.
Egg whites?
- You're not from around here, are you? - No, sir.
Enjoy.
You're not being charged with anything,
so talk to us, pal.
Then why are you here?
I mean, you guys found Rachel alive, right?
You were the last person to see her before she vanished.
Yeah.
We wanna catch the people that did this.
Maybe you missed something.
Maybe you saw something, but you don't remember.
Think about it, pal. Think about it.
Can you not do that, please?
- What? - That.
That's a pretty rare box.
Can I have it back, please?
Thank you.
Look, guys, like I told you before, all right,
I was at her house studying that night,
then I went home for the night, I came back the next day,
she was already gone.
Rachel's doctor isn't letting us talk to her right now,
but as soon as we can, I'm telling you, pal,
we're gonna crack this thing.
Good, good, I really hope you do.
And then you better get your story together,
'cause you're gonna need it real soon.
He ain't breaking.
He's either one hell of an actor,
- or he is telling the truth. - When can I speak to Rachel?
Her doc says first thing tomorrow morning she'll be cleared.
I'm going to speak with the caretaker that found her.
Good thinking, pal.
I usually come down here every Thursday,
do maintenance on the sugar factory,
keep transients out from breaking in.
Keep the place tip top, as much as I can.
Anyway.
- Ferguson's own it? - Yeah.
Joe and Junior.
Matter of fact,
they own all the surrounding land around it.
Don't look like much now.
This place was full of life at one time.
Although some say it still is.
If you get my meaning.
I get paid to believe in what I see.
Facts, George, facts.
Don't matter much.
What's in here, don't care which way you think,
but it's always around.
What are they gonna do with this place?
I haven't the darndest idea,
although there's some talk about Junior
reopening the place back up.
Picking up where his granddad left off.
I'm all right, Molly.
No, I really am. Thank you for asking.
You don't have to worry about me, okay?
Besides, graduation's practically in a few days,
I have a lot to concentrate on before then.
Besides... Uh-huh,
but you need to be there for your mother.
Oh, I know you do, Molly.
I know you do, and I appreciate it.
I know, but you really don't have to worry about me anymore.
Everything's fine now.
Mm-hmm.
Yes, I will.
Actually, Molly, you know what, look, can I call you
back a little bit later, the police just got here?
Okay, tell Bill I say hi and I hope your mom feels better.
Okay?
Thanks for stopping by.
Would you like some water?
Sure.
So, how are you holding up?
I'm not.
But, my friend, Anna's going to check on me from time to time,
or at least until the Turners get back.
But, after graduation I'm moving back to New York.
Rachel, I want you to think real hard,
and tell me everything about that night.
The night of your disappearance.
It's okay.
Take your time.
Hey, I'm gonna call the cops.
In all your years as a homicide detective,
have you ever experienced something like this?
No.
There has to be something.
So you're saying what happened to me the other night,
there's no explanation for it?
And that maybe there never will be.
Did you go back to the place where I was found?
There's nothing there.
Just an old derelict building
waiting to be torn to the ground.
We found this next to you.
It belongs to a Melissa Ward.
She's a law student that went missing a few years ago.
She went to your school.
A few days after she went missing
her bloodstained clothes
was found in a dumpster near her home.
Her husband, Clayton Ward, is still the main suspect at large.
- Would you know them? - No.
They must have been a few years ahead of me.
We're hoping he's back in town.
Detective Silva, look,
I really think this thing
wants me to go back.
I'm guessing there has to be a reason
for why I ended up in that place.
Well, whoever killed Melissa Ward
had the same plans for you.
- Hey. - Hey.
Hey, I missed you.
I mean... I mean I missed you in class today.
Yeah.
I wasn't feeling well.
Yeah.
Well, Professor Martinez, he gave us an extension
on that mock case we were working on.
Oh, really? Well, how much longer do we have?
Till graduation.
- I mean, it's not that much longer. - Yeah.
That's good though.
So, are you, what? You ready to get back
on this thing, or what?
Yeah, I think so.
Hey, do you remember that abandoned factory I was found at?
Yeah.
I found these drawings there.
I think they're related to our case somehow.
Oh, wow.
Any luck on your end?
The case we were assigned to,
it's an old murder case from the Slave Era, right?
Ten points, Rach, we got that part down already.
The factory she used to work at
is the same one I was found in.
It's owned by Junior and Joe Ferguson.
It's been in their family since 1838 when it first opened.
Families around here go back several generations.
I mean, you can't blame the Fergusons
for atrocities committed by their ancestors.
How does it relate to our case, anyway?
I don't know. Maybe it doesn't.
I just think Clayton and Melissa
were discovering something even beyond the case.
Slave labor, prison labor?
See for yourself. It's all here.
A lot of people died under the Ferguson name to build this town.
There has to be more to this, right?
Think about it, why else was I drawn to that factory?
Something wanted me to see it.
Hi.
Well, never thought I'd see you anymore
in this place again.
That makes two of us.
I, uh, I never got a chance to thank you for finding me.
Things could have been a lot worse if you hadn't.
Well, I just happened to be passing by
at the right time.
I've always had a knack for that.
I would offer you a chair if I had one.
Oh, don't worry about it, I don't want to take up
too much of your time.
I, um, I just wanted to stop by, also,
to ask you something.
Do you remember a law student by the name of Clayton Ward?
He and his wife, Melissa, had done an interview with you here
regarding this place several years ago?
It's all here in this mock case we're working on.
Hmm.
I remember them.
Clayton was a quiet man.
Kept to his self a lot.
Watched his words very carefully.
You're required to disclose the fact
that these new tract homes
are being built on a former slave plantation.
And in certain cases, burial grounds.
I see none of that there.
Is it there?
No.
- How much are you looking for exactly? - What now?
No one comes barging in here not looking for something.
Mm-hmm.
We're not looking for anything,
we just wanna run this by you
before we take it any further.
A lot of this can be resolved easily
outside the courts with no fuss.
Hmm.
You damn right about that.
Yeah, I'll tell you what,
when you're ready to talk again,
give me a call.
Did they ever find her body?
Oh, no, but it's just a matter of time, though.
It's a shame when youth is taken
so quickly like that.
She brought me here.
What's you talking about?
I think she was trying to tell me something.
She, uh, she's the one who led me to this place.
Hmm.
How much you believe in the afterlife?
Spirits and things like that?
To be honest with you, I never used to,
but lately...
lately that's been changing.
Well, you've been tapped on the shoulder
and it wasn't by accident, it's for a reason.
My father always told us
the dead speak and you can summons the dead
without even realizing it.
You just keep listening,
you'll find out what you looking for.
What do you think she wants?
For you to find out who killed her.
- You got a minute? - Of course. Come in.
This is a very interesting case, Rachel.
- Any new developments? - A lot of new developments.
Actually, Forensics came back and they found the results
on the remains you found.
Well, they claim it's at least a hundred years old.
You know, in these parts, especially around Sugar Land,
and it's not uncommon for cemeteries to be shifted
once a new development comes in.
Sometimes the dead get left behind.
- So that's it? - That's it.
They belong to a woman that passed away in the 1800s.
Died of natural causes.
Truthfully, I was hoping it was Melissa Ward belongings
it's because I'm really tired of this case.
Well, then I found something that could be useful to you.
I found this.
Okay, it was an old mock case that Clayton Ward
and his wife were putting together.
It talks about Sugar Land's past.
It hasn't been exposed yet.
It's interesting.
We already got a copy.
Okay, well, then, any idea on why they would have disappeared?
Nothing I can tell you.
Still an open case and Clayton Ward is still our main suspect.
We have Melissa's disappearance,
the bloody clothes right next to her house.
Doesn't take a genius to figure this one out.
- Did you believe me? - About what?
The other day when I told you about what happened to me
the night I was taken, did you even believe me?
No. Absolutely not.
There's a logical explanation for everything
we just have to look closer.
What did you say, the something spirit
took you back to the sugar factory?
Well, that's ridiculous.
Who then?
I don't know. Still trying to figure that out.
Rachel. Rachel.
- Here you go. - No, thank you.
Well,
what can I help you out there with, little lady?
Does the name Clayton Ward mean anything to you?
Yeah, he's a wanted man, if I'm not mistaken.
You're also one of the last people to speak with him
before he vanished.
I have some notes here regarding a conversation.
It looks like it was you, Junior Ferguson,
and Clayton Ward about three years ago.
- Do you remember that? - Crystal.
Like it was yesterday. What about it?
- What can you tell me? - Not a whole lot.
He and his wife were working an old case regarding a slave
who had murdered her master.
Now, the man shared a name and a bloodline with me.
Daddy, we got a meeting in about five minutes.
This won't take that long. You got three minutes.
Well, it also says in this report
that you've been failing to disclose
certain information to the public,
especially regarding the land you've been building
your tract homes on.
Now, I'm still not catching what you're getting at here.
I own that land.
I'm not doing anything illegal by it. Never have.
You're building on land that was worked on
by prisoners and slaves.
Look, I mean, some of the land
is also the burial sites for some slaves.
Hmm.
Listen, we turn a blind eye sometimes
because it's necessary.
Makes us feel all warm and fuzzy.
We go any further than that,
people start to get a bad feeling.
You're worried.
You're worried that people would stop buying from you
if they knew the full truth, is that it?
Daddy, we gotta go.
You know, you're acting like you're providing
brand new information.
Clayton Ward believed the same thing.
Then why not disclose it?
Isn't what you're doing illegal?
You're the lawyer.
You tell me.
Now listen, we can continue this conversation
at a later date if you'd like,
but right now, I've got a meeting with some grown-ups.
Bye-bye.
You should frame these.
Ooh.
- Cute kids. - Yeah, they are.
A little pain in the ass, but they're good.
I like them.
Hey, before we go in, I haven't had a chance to pick up.
So it's gonna be a little messy.
Don't worry about it, okay?
I warned you.
Come on in.
Okay, so, uh, I'm gonna go get my laptop
from the other room.
- Make yourself at home here. - Cool.
Mi casa, su casa.
You want anything to drink? Some water, some wine?
- No, I'm good. - You sure?
Mm-hmm. Nice place.
Okay, thanks, yeah. I'll be right back.
Hey! You hear from the Fergusons?
Yeah, yeah, I just...
I was just over there.
Couldn't get anything out of them though.
- You all right? - Yeah. No, I'm fine.
I'm just thinking I've been feeling kinda sick lately.
- Oh. - Like everything I'm going through.
I'm not feeling well.
I can get you some medication and stuff.
An aspirin? No, you know what,
don't even worry about it, I'm fine.
I'm just gonna go, but... Oh!
Rachel. It's all right, Rachel.
It's okay, I got it.
Probably excited.
You don't look so good.
Oh, I'll be fine. I'm fine, thank you.
Sorry. I just... I think I'm still shaken,
that's all.
I thought I was over it. Shaken up.
What about the assignment and stuff?
You know what? I'll call you. I'll call you tomorrow.
I'm just...
I just thought I was over it.
Sorry, Rach... I... Sorry, I... I have the keys.
The keys... It's a habit.
I just... Sorry.
It's a habit of locking the door behind me.
So, um, tomorrow. I'll just keep working. Is that cool?
And then tomorrow, we'll just meet up in class
and then, I don't know, compare notes or something.
- Cool. - Yeah?
Bye.
I just need to know.
Was Patrick ever a suspect in the Melissa Ward case?
Nope.
He's still a suspect for your disappearance though.
Just trying to pin a reason to bring him in again.
He knew Clayton and Melissa.
Look, I know this probably doesn't make any sense to you right now,
but I'm telling you, it's like she was trying to lead me to her and Clayton.
Yeah, the case we were working on just so happened to be
the exact same case that they were working on before they disappeared.
The fact that he knows them is clearly circumstance.
It doesn't automatically make him a suspect.
They lead me to that factory, and there was a reason for it.
Patty, boy! Are you in there?
Hello?
Come to see if that plumbing issue got resolved.
Hang back. Don't get in the way.
Ah, man.
I'll get on the radio and start a search for him.
Lubbock.
What the hell is this?
You're fucked, Patty boy.
Go home, Junior.
You guys can't be in here without a warrant.
We have probable cause.
Oh, you do?
- Have a seat. - I don't wanna sit.
Make it easy on yourself, pal.
Right here would be good.
So you two still think I'm wanna hurt Rachel?
We're not here about Rachel.
Clayton and Melissa Ward.
When's the last time you saw them?
I don't know.
What, maybe, three years ago.
Why?
You guys were close, right?
Friends, classmates.
You don't seem too worked up over their disappearance.
It was a long time ago.
You know, Clayton is still the final suspect.
I think you know where he is.
No.
You're lying.
Why would I lie about something like that?
I don't know, buddy, you tell me.
I told you when we first met
I'd find out the truth.
- Didn't I? - Yeah.
I'm gonna go get a burger.
You guys want anything?
I'm a vegetarian.
Healthy man, good for you.
Your loss.
Be smart.
So, you know the old sugar factory on Six?
Yeah, it's where Rachel was found.
Okay, so, do you wanna tell me
what you were doing there the other day?
What are you talking about?
You were there the other day.
Come on.
Yeah, well, I wasn't there, I was like...
I go for walks behind the building to clear my head.
You clear your head?
At an abandoned sugar factory?
No, I go for walks behind the building there. So what?
- You walk behind the building? - Yeah, to clear my head.
- Then, to clear your head. - That's what I said.
Is that where you buried the body?
- What? - Yeah, is that how... is what it is?
What about Clayton's wife? And you buried her at the sugar factory.
That's what happened.
Listen, if you're gonna accuse me of something,
then bring me in.
If not, this conversation, it's over.
Hi.
Howdy.
Hi, I'm Rachel. I don't think we've officially met.
Yeah, oh, pardon my poor manners.
My hands are dirty.
That's okay.
That's a nice watch.
Oh, that's kind of you to say.
It's been in the family for generations.
You're showing a lot of interest around here.
What exactly are you doing out here anyhow?
Oh, an old murder case about a slave from the 1800s.
Well, partly, anyway.
It's why I went to visit your dad.
What do you care about some slave been dead
for over a century and a half for?
Because nobody even knows about it,
and they don't even know about the slave labor
that's used in the factories.
I still can't quite get what you're aiming at.
It's just for school.
Hey, you stay in that Turner house, don't you?
How do you know that?
It's my first deal, actually.
Daddy let me do the entire deal by myself.
Mm-hmm. It's a nice place, isn't it?
Yep.
You're the one that found there were remains, right?
Yeah, you missed something when you built the house.
Well, it happens.
It's old. What do you expect?
I, actually, would like to schedule another interview
with you and your dad,
if that's all right?
I'll set something up.
You should come in sometimes.
Maybe next time.
I'll save a seat for you.
You'll find the answers you're looking for.
And what might those be?
Look, son, the entire town loves your Abby.
We all still miss her.
We're not asking you to forget about her.
That's impossible,
but just come in, it will help.
I don't know.
The place never helped me before.
It takes time.
I know you didn't come all this way to talk about church.
Yeah.
I got a warrant to search the sugar factory.
Can you help me get in?
Sure thing.
I got spare keys you can use.
- Hi. - Hi.
Come on in and make yourself at home.
I just have to turn off the oven.
Wow. The place looks just like I remembered it.
Say, Bill and Molly around?
No, they're still out of town,
they'll be back tomorrow afternoon.
I'll have to catch up with old bill.
You know, Daddy's a little worried
about all this talk.
I thought we buried all that.
Why do you think he wanted us to meet him here, anyways?
I don't know. It's pretty run down.
Yeah, it looks deserted.
Yeah, maybe he wants to offer us a bribe.
- I'm not gonna take it. - What was that?
What was what?
- Did you hear that? - No.
I think you're too worried.
This place creeps me out.
No, it'll be fine.
In. Out.
Get down on your fuckin' knees.
Okay.
What were you planning on doing, Clayton?
Nothing. We just wanna go.
We can forget everything.
Please, just let us go.
They say there's dead slaves... Property.
How you gonna feel when you meet them
on the other side?
Huh?
It's a beautiful place, isn't it?
I aim to keep it that way.
- You killed them? - Had to.
Couldn't done ruin an empire I'd eventually inherit.
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